Chapter 10
AUDREY COULDN’T SLEEP. RESTLESS, she retreated to the pottery studio. Probably there was some rule about being in here at night, without staff supervision. But she’d come often enough that she knew the ropes, how all the equipment worked. She wouldn’t break anything. She just wanted some quiet time alone with the clay, to feel it beneath her hands. Switching on just a couple of the lamps on low, she perched on the stool and turned on the wheel. The steady whir of it soothed her. This was better than all the therapy she’d had after the accident. There was a distinct possibility she’d need a crate to pack up all the pieces she’d made since she got here.
She ached, in body and mind, both from overdoing it the last several days and from the discovery of yet another loss. There’d b
